Hi! My name is (what?)...my name is (who?)...my name is... Slim ShadyHi! My name is (huh?)...my name is (what?)...my name is... Slim Shady

Hi! My name is (what?)...my name is (who?)...my name is... Slim ShadyHi! My name is (huh?)...my name is (what?)...my name is... Slim Shady

Ahem...excuse me!Can I have the attention of the class for one second...Hi kids! Do you like violence? (yeah yeah yeah!)Wanna see me stick nine inch nails through each one of my eyelids? (uhhuh!)Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? (yeah yeah!)Try 'cid and get fucked up worse than my life is? (huh?)My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin' to get my head straightBut I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (Ummmm..)Dr. Dre said: "Slim Shady you a basehead..."Uh-uhhh! "Then why's ya face red, man you wasted..."Well since age 12 I've felt like I'm someone elseCuz I hung my original self from the top bunk with a beltGot pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits offAnd smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like KrisKrossI smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my assFaster than a fat bitch who sat down too fastC'mere slut! (Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!)I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off

Hi! My name is (what?)...my name is (who?)...my name is... Slim ShadyHi! My name is (huh?)...my name is (what?)...my name is... Slim Shady

My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior highThanks a lot, next semester I'll be 35I smacked him in his face with an eraserChased him with a staplerAnd stapled his nuts to a stack of paper (Owwwwwwww!)Walked in a strip club, had my jacket zipped upFlashed the bartender and stuck my dick in the tip cup (Wsssshhhhh...)Extraterrestrial, running over pedestriansIn a space ship while they're screamin' at me:"LET'S JUST BE FRIENDS!"99% of my life I was lied toI just found out my mom does more dope than I doI told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapperMake a record about doin' drugs and name it after her (Oh thank you!)You know you blew up when the women rush the standsTo try to touch your hands like some screamin' Usher fans (Aaahhhhhh!)This guy in White Castle asked for my autographSo I signed it: 'Dear Dave, thanks for the support, ASSHOLE!

Hi! My name is (what?)...my name is (who?)...my name is... Slim ShadyHi! My name is (huh?)...my name is (what?)...my name is... Slim Shady

Stop the tape! This kid needs to be locked away! (Get him!)Dr. Dre don't just stand there, OPERATE!I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to dieI'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried aliveAm I comin' or goin'? I can barely decide,I just drank a fifth of vodka...dare me to drive? (Go 'head.)All my life I was very deprivedI ain't had a woman in years, my palms are too hairy to hideClothes ripped like the Incredible HulkI spit when I talk, I'll fuck anything that walks (C'mere.)When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fitsHOW YOU GONNA BREAST FEED ME MOM? YOU AIN'T GOT NO TITS!I lay awake and strap myself in the bedPut a bulleproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (BANG!)I'm steamin' mad (Arrrggghhh!)And by the way when you see my dad? (Yeah.)Tell him that I slit his throat in this dream I had

Hi! My name is (what?)...my name is (who?)...my name is... Slim ShadyHi! My name is (huh?)...my name is (what?)...my name is... Slim Shady

These ideas are nightmares for white parents Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings Like whatever they say has no bearing Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing To see him walking around with his headphones blaring Alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap He sags his pants, 2 rags and a stocking cap His step-father hit him so he socked him back And broke his nose, this house is a broken home There's no control, he just lets his emotions go Come on...

Sing with me, sing for the year Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear Sing with me,just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum Only you're unholy, only have one homey Only this gun, lonely, cuz don't anyone know me But everybody just feels like they can relate I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great Or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate Its like kids hang on every single statement we make Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum Now how the fuck did this metamorphasis happen? From standin' on corners and porches just rappin' To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you Fans turn on you, attorney's all gonna turn it to To get their hands on every dime you have They want you to lose your mind every time you mad So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesnt make sense, Pete It's all political, if my music is literal and i'm a criminal, How the fuck can i raise a little girl? I couldn't. i wouldn't be fit to You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!

Sing with me, sing for the year Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear Sing with me,just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

They say music can alter moods and talk to you But can it load a gun for you and cock it too? Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude Just tell the judge it was my fault, and i'll get sued See what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self We just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin' To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs And we can

Sing with me, sing for the year Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear Sing with me,just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

Sing with me, sing for the year Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear Sing with me,just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

N*ggas wanna hate on us (who)N*ggas be envious (who)And I know why they hatin' on us (why)Cause that's so fabulous (what)I'ma be real on us (c'mon)Nobody got nuttin' on us (no)Girls be all on us, from London back down to the US (s, s)

We rockin' it (contagious), monkey business (outrageous)Just confess, your girl admits that we the sh*t

F-R-E-S-H (fresh)D-E-F, that's right we def (rock)We definite B-E-P, we rappin' itSo, turn it up (turn it up) [3x]C'mon baby, just

(Yo, check this out right here)Dude wanna hate on us (dude)Dude need'a ease on up (dude)Dude wanna act on upBut dude get shut like flavor shut (down)Chicks say, she ain't downBut chick backstage when we in town (ha)She like man on drunk (fool)She wanna hit n' run (errr)Yeah, that's the speedThat's what we doThat's who we beB-L-A-C-K -E -Y-E-D-P to the E, then the A to the SWhen we play you shake your assShake it, shake it, shake it girlMake sure you don't break it, girlCause we gonna

Apl. de ap. from PhilippinesLive and direct, rocking this sceneWaiting on down for the B-boysAnd B-girls waiting, doin' their thingPump it, louder come onDon't stop, and keep it goin'Do it, lets get it onMove it!

I drive these brothers crazy,I do it on the daily,They treat me really nicely,They buy me all these ice-ys.Dolce & Gabbana,Fendi and then DonnaKaran, they be sharin’All their money got me wearin’Fly gearrr but I ain’t askin,They say they love my ass ‘n,Se7en Jeans, True Religion,I say no, but they keep givin’So I keep on takin’And no I ain’t takenWe can keep on datin’I keep on demonstrating.

What you gon’ do with all that junk?All that junk inside that trunk?I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,Get you love drunk off my hump.What u gon’ do with all that ass?All that ass inside them jeans?I’m a make, make, make, make you screamMake u scream, make you scream.Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.I could be your baby, you can be my honeyLets spend time not money.I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,Milky, milky cocoa,Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

What you gon’ do with all that junk?All that junk inside that trunk?I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,Get you love drunk off my hump.What you gon’ do with all that ass?All that ass inside them jeans?I’ma make, make, make, make you screamMake you scream, make you scream.What you gon do with all that junk?All that junk inside that trunk?I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,Get you love drunk off this hump.What you gon’ do wit all that breast?All that breast inside that shirt?I’ma make, make, make, make you workMake you work, work, make you work.She’s got me spendin’.Spendin all your money on me and spendin’ time on meShe’s got me spendin’.Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.

[Verse 1]They say I walk around like got an "S" on my chestNaw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chestI try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in courtBut I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sportFront on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump yaYou getting money? I can't none with ya then fuck yaI'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I.I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price riseGangstas, they bump my shit then they know meI grew up around some niggas that's not my homiesHundred G's I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah)D's come we dump the diesel and battery acidThis flow's been mastered, the ice I flash itChokes me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastardI'm on the next level, right lane forget bezzleBenz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, god (what)

[Chorus (1st time w/o first "What up, Blood?") (2x)]

[Bridge]We don't play thatWe don't play thatWe don't play that (G-Unit)We don't play around

[Verse 2]I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonderWhen gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunderIn December I'll make your block feel like summerThe rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nineEvery chick I fuck with is a dimeI'm like Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my ownWhere I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stoneCross my path I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch yaI'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutchesIndustry hoes fuck us, in the hood they love usStomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas

[Intro: 50 Cent]It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50Break it downI got a lot of living to do before I dieAnd I ain't got tyme to wasteLet's make it

[50 Cent]You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin'You said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'You ain't a friend of mine, (huh)You ain't no kin of mine, (nah)What makes you think that I'ma run up on you with tha nineWe do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grindSo hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimesShorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mineA ass like dat gotta be one of a kindI crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every lineI'm fuckin with they mindI make 'em press rewindThey know they can't shine if I'm around the rhymeBeen on parole since 94 cause I commit tha crimeI send you my line, I did it three ta nineIf D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes

[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]You said you a gangstaBut you neva pop nuttinYou said you a wankstaAnd you need to stop frontin'You go to the dealershipBut you neva cop nuttin'You been hustlin a long tymeAnd you ain't got nuttin

[Verse 2]Damn Homie, in highschool you was tha man, homieWhat tha fuck happened to you?I got tha sickest vendetta when it come to tha cheddaAnd if you play wit my paper, you gotta meet my berrettaNow shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amorettaI'm livin once than deada, I know I can do bettaShe look good but I know she after my cheddaShe tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let herBe easy, stop tha bullshit, you get your whole crew wetWe in tha club doin' the same ol' two stepGorilla unit cuz they say we bugged outCuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse 3]Me I'm no mobsta, me I'm no gangstaMe I'm no hitman, me I'm jus me, meMe I'm no wanksta, me I'm no actaBut it's me you see on your TVCuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easyI'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasyBy any means, partner, I got to eat on these streetsIf you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heatNiggas sayin they goin murd' 50, how?We ridin 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow WowWhat you know about AK's and AR 15's?Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and dem things, huh

[Verse 1]Niggas screw they face up at meOn some real shit son, they don't want beefI cock that, aim that shit out the windowSpray, there ain't a shell left in my heatYa'll niggas better lay down, yeah I mean stay downGet hit with a K round, ya ass ain't gon' make itYou niggas gon' get layed out in blood and ya brains outHave you on the concrete, shiverin' and shakin'I'm from Southside mothafucka, where the gats explodeIf you feel like you on fire, boy drop and rollniggas'll heat ya ass up cause they heart turns coldNow you can be a victim or you can lock and loadThe party jump, with shorty bouncin' that assI won't fuck, gimme a second, I'ma holla, I'ma see whats upI got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in my trunkCarve ya ass up nice, you play me like a punk

[Chorus]In my hoodniggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strapIn my hoodA lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to actIn my hoodniggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gatIn my hoodniggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck backIn my hood

[Verse 2]I don't trust a mothafuckin' soul when the D's come they foolOn my first case they told, where I'm from it ain't safeTo have more than a 8th, niggas'll come to your placePut a gun in your face, tell ya open the safeAs your heart starts to race cause a robbery could turn into a homo-caseCo-opperate or Doc will have to op-porate, niggas will pop at youRun the light, then pop at Jake, trust me son, niggas will go hard for that cakeThese thirsty niggas will lurk, then you'll have to catch 'em and murk 'emI'm observin' in my hood, these niggas be dumbin'Shots go off at the dice game, all you see is 'em runnin'They make it harder and harder to pump on the blockI'm a hustler, how the fuck I'm supposed to eat when its hot

[Chorus]In my hoodniggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strapIn my hoodA lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to actIn my hoodniggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gatIn my hoodniggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck backIn my hood

[Verse 3]That house party off the hook, until the shots go offWell thats what you get for stuntin' on my block show offUhh you shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin'Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin'Shorty down there, on the Queens track takin' a whippin'Shit, bitch get out a pocket, she needs some disciplinePeep the fiends, shootin' diesel in his arm in the alleyLook at the chrome spinners spinnin' on that black DeNalliThe grimey niggas where I'm from, they wanna see you chipped upYou shine, they gon' ?? and shoot your whip upIt ain't good to do good in my hood [Gunshot]You know not to do good now

[Chorus]In my hoodniggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strapIn my hoodA lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to actIn my hoodniggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gatIn my hoodniggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck backIn my hood

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]Robin, Cagney or Lacey, it's 50 cent and ShadyThe worst baby, put your hands on my peopleI'll be act crazy, put a hole thru ya front and ya back maybeBut dude if you try me, I'll have ya ass hooked up to an IVI'll leave ya witnesses when I ride BYou fuck with me, you seeI'll be actin' like an animal, I'll tear you apartIf the masterpiece was murder, I'd major in artniggas knew I wasn't wrapped too tight from startBut bein' a little off, landed me on top of the charts (whoo)So you take the good with the bad, I guessLevel three Teflon plate on my chestAnd my cock back hollow tip in the chamberWill daint ya, anger will change yaAnd make ya aim that and squeeze

Mothafucka you retarded,you touch 50, I'll leave you dearly departedWe're walkin away from a beef, in which clearly you startedI said, were walkin away, did u hear me? You oughtaBe thankful that we aint beefin. Were still breathin and just leave it at THATThat's when me and 50 and g-unit hop back in the BATMobile it aint gonna be no more rap its gonna be RRRATRetaliation will be like them Muslim Shiite ATTACKSSome where along the line its like me and 50 made PACTHe's got my back, I got his back, BACKIts almost like were kinda, like Siamese twinsCuz when we beef, we pull each other in,To the bull shit like were conjoined at the hip,Its just unavoidable, some of the shit is squashableSome shit'll never boil overSome of it will just simmer at best, if left alonebut let it be known there will be no sit downsWith no Daves and 'ZinosThere will be no peace discussions with meThere aint gone be no friendly debates over crumpets and teaJust quit fuckin with me and ill gladly quit fuckin with youJust spit ya 16 and do what you gotta do to get throughWithout mentionin me or the machine or Jimmy IovineOr Dre or 50 or D-Twizzy, Obie and just let it beOr we'll be back with a:.

[Verse 3- 50 Cent]nigga you get it twisted, you can get ya wig splittedI don't give a fuck, I don't care if police know I did itMan I hustle, I get money, in the sunshine or a blizzardI go hard for that paper, homie I just gotta get itGot 'em on the screen, I'm plottin' in the county and I'm with itYou cross me and you gon' make a cemetery visitThat's gangsta, you know me I told it, cuz I live itShowcases drop, when that chopper chopWay up the block, get hit with copper topsWhen drama pop, the llama popAnd it won't stop, you can run, call the copsThey say no, niggas know how I be on itThat shit you got, put my pistol to you I want itIts not a game, perfect ai,m you feel the flameUp against ya brain, man its so hot I'll make ya wish it rained

I believe in love, it's all we gotLove has no boundaries, costs nothing to touchWar makes money, cancer sleepsCurled up in my father and that means something to meChurches and dictators, politics and papersEverything crumbles sooner or laterBut love, I believe in love

I believe in love, it's all we gotLove has no boundaries, no borders to crossLove is simple, hate breedsThose who think difference is the child of diseaseFather and son make love and gunsFamilies together kill someoneWithout love, I believe in love

Without love I wouldn't believeIn anything that lives and breathesWithout love I'd have no angerI wouldn't believe in the right to stand hereWithout love I wouldn't believeI couldn't believe in youAnd I wouldn't believe in meWithout love

This is my december,this is my time of the year.This is my december,this is all so clear.This is my december,these are my snook of them all.This is my december,this is me alone.

(BRIDGE)

And I...Just wish that I didn't feel that there was something I missedAnd I...Take bach all the things I've said to make you feel like thatAnd I...Just wish that I didn't feel that there was something I missedAnd I...Take back all the things I said to you.

(CHORUS)And I, give it all away,just to have somewhere to go too.Give it all away,to have someone to come home to.

This is my december,this is my snow coverd tree.This is me pretending,this is all I know.

(BRIDGE)

And I...Just wish that I didn't feel that there was something I missedAnd I...Take bach all the things I've said to make you feel like thatAnd I...Just wish that I didn't feel that there was something I missedAnd I...Take back all the things I said to you.

(CHORUS)

And I, give it all away,just to have somewhere to go too.Give it all away,to have someone to come home to.

This is my december,this is my time of the year.This is my december,this is all so clear...

(CHORUS)

And I, give it all away,just to have somewhere to go too.Give it all away,to have someone to come home to.Give it all away,just to have somewhere to go too.Give it all away,to have someone to come

I'm tired of being what you want me to beFeeling so faithless lost under the surfaceDon't know what you're expecting of mePut under the pressure of walking in your shoes(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)Every step I take is another mistake to you(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)

[Chorus]I've become so numb I can't feel you thereI've become so tired so much more awareI've becoming this all I want to doIs be more like me and be less like you

Can't you see that you're smothering meHolding too tightly afraid to lose controlCause everything that you thought I would beHas fallen apart right in front of you(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)Every step that I take is another mistake to you(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)And every second I waste is more than I can take

[Chorus]I've become so numb I can't feel you thereI've become so tired so much more awareI've becoming this all I want to doIs be more like me and be less like you

And I knowI may end up failing tooBut I knowYou were just like me with someone disappointed in you

[Chorus]I've become so numb I can't feel you thereI've become so tired so much more awareI've becoming this all I want to doIs be more like me and be less like you

[Chorus]I've become so numb I can't feel you thereIs everything what you want me to beI've become so numb I can't feel you thereIs everything what you want me to be

[Chorus]You know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I am deadWhy am I fighting to live, if I'm just living to fightWhy am I trying to see, when there aint nothing insideWhy I am I trying to give, when no one gives me a tryWhy am I dying to live, if I'm just living to die

[Notorious B.I.G.]Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw upGot introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew upChoppin rocks overnightThe nigga Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank WhiteWe had to grow dreads to change our descriptionTupac on the milk box missinShow they toes you know they got stepped onA fist full of bullets a chest full of TeflonRun from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fatI fuck around and catch a asthma attackThat's why I bust back, it don't phase meWhen he drop, take his glock, and I'm SwayzeSummer break, my escape, sold the glock, bought some weightLaid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker

[Chorus]

[2Pac]And still I'm havin memories of high speeds, when the cops crashedAs I laugh pushin the gas when my glocks blastWe was young, and we was dumb but we had heartIn the dark when we survived through the bad partsMany dreams is what I had, and many wishesNo hesitation in extermination of these snitchesAnd these bitches they still continue to per sue meA couple of movies now the whole world tryin to screw meeven the cops tried to sue meSo what can I do but stay true, sippin 22's a brewinnow the medias tryin to test me got the press askin questions, tryin to stress memisery is all I see, thats my mind's stateMy history with the police is shakin' the crime rateMa main man had 2 stikes, slipped, got arrested and flippedHe screamed 'Thug Life!' and emptied a clipgots tired of runnin from the motherfuckin police